#i was so distracted when writing this

[aghostsnail]

so-so there's this guy (@keferon 's tf mecha au)

[redbean-nom]

Cadets

(aka trash children, chaos children, and children who understand 98 is getting graded on this)

Inspired by @thefoundationproject! Closeups under the cut:

jesse got this pic from jangotat:

[tls12lessthan3]

i feel like kim dokja has enough internalized homophobia to be at least a little weirded out by his attraction to yoo joonghyuk + yoo joonghyuks attraction him once he figures out that is indeed what it is. but i also think this is a problem that pales in comparison to the huge fucking complex he has about loving and being loved. so like ultimately it doesn't really matter. like if kim dokja were normal then you could write a whole story about him learning to overcome his fear around his attraction to men and what it means to do so in an apocalyptic world where those social norms are now inherently changed because there isnt really a society anyway. but much like kim dokja continues to wear office friendly clothing despite the fact minosoft is firmly dead there are things from that past you keep doing more out of familiarity than anything else. but because kim dokja is infinitely more afraid of the idea of being in a romantic relationship period due to his ongoing urge to punish himself and his fear of emotional intimacy, by the time theyve worked through that and kim dokja is finally comfortable enough with himself to be in a relationship with yoo joonghyuk hes sitting on the couch cuddling with him like oh fuck, the gay thing. well. whatever. bit late now!

[rintoki]

i just want to mark up dr ratio’s pretty little body, his probably flawless skin coloured red with bite marks, almost purple from bruising. how pretty his butt would redden after just a few spanks, a cute blush on his pale skin.

he’d try his best to swallow down the whines that threaten to escape, forcing himself not to look away as if it admits defeat. but that’s fine, because you’d prefer to look into his eyes as you push yourself into him. excruciatingly slow and bigger than what you told him; your grip keeps him from turning away, shuddering breaths as he feels his walls stretching to accommodate the size.

“you lied,” his voice quivered, eyes flickering down between your bodies and back up to your piercing gaze.

“just because the truth isn’t what you expected doesn’t mean it’s a lie,” you laughed. “veritas, you know that.”

he grits his teeth, sucking in air when you push the remaining length fully into him, relishing in the way he struggles to get used to the feeling. but you don’t give him time, instead pulling out and thrusting back in in one fluid motion. the high-pitched moan that escapes his mouth surprises even the Guild member himself, an arm flying up to cover his mouth.

“well,” you breathed out, voice filled with amusement, “you would’ve known—”

a wicked smile on your lips as you thrusted your hips, again and again, “that the arrogant.”

“self-centred.” another hard push.

“doctor.” and another.

“veritas.” and another.

“ratio.” a final thrust directly hitting his prostate, the throbbing bundle of nerves sending shocks up his body. every buck of your hips eliciting yet another whiny moan, shaky breaths as he tries to compose himself to no avail. and finally, you give him a break, cock pressed deep inside him while the doctor squeezes his eyes shut.

“could make such cute sounds,” you sneered, ripping his arm from over his face to expose how red he’s gotten.

for all his intelligence and knowledge gathered from his studies, veritas ratio could not utter a single word against you—afraid that the only thing that would leave his lips is begs for you to keep going.

but his hips trembled terribly, his walls twitching and squeezing around you. you didn’t need words to know how badly he ached; his body was honest enough, with the way his cock leaked a puddle of precum onto his belly already.

slowly, you started moving again, dragging against his sensitive walls. relief floods his face at the crumbs of stimulation, already feeling the familiar heat in his lower belly building up quickly.

his mouth hangs open, panting heavily as he nears the high he so badly craves. with hands nearly tearing the sheets, the venerable doctor arches his back, toes curling tight as a searing heat fills his lower body. the whimpers that left his throat are barely registered, rapidly losing control of his own body with every push of your hips. he grits his teeth and…

nothing.

he nearly chokes from the anticipation, and now it’s been violently ripped from him as all traces of your touch leaves his body. the timing was perfect. his cock drips with cum and yet his body felt cold, twitching.

you watched on with a cruel chuckle; how he writhes on the bed, how pathetic he looks after having his orgasm ruined. a slap to his still hard and aching cock jolts him back to reality, wondering just what else do you plan to do to him.

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah a teaser dropping on ST day would be cool. But can we agree that a DNA board reveal would be infinitely better?

[jellyfishoreo1206]

Tending (Sebastian Solace x Reader)

Notes: I am enjoying this way too much, I have work to finish yet here I am making sure my children are fed.

Credit goes to @/cafekitsune for the borders!

Picking the harvest was probably one of your favorite things this season. The soft sounds of nature that surround the garden as the sun lays its gentle rays upon the earth while picking the fruits and veggies give your mind a wave of peace. 

It's absolutely lovely.

Lifting that straw hat upon your head, you swiped off the sweat and dirt that had built up during your time outside. There are still traces of summer well into September, despite the dawns and evenings filling with a slight chill. 

Jack Frost sure is taking his time, huh?

There's a sense of pride that fills your very being to the brim as you examine the juicy Brandywine and Roma tomatoes that fill the wicker basket in your hold—not a single blemish or bruise on them, all are perfect! And they seem to be a lot bigger this year than the previous.

A sign of luck, you like to think it. If this year's harvest is bountiful, then the year will be prosperous.

A saying a dear relative always repeated whenever you helped out in their garden.

With a huff, you will your legs to stand straight from your crouched position, several of your joints popping from being in such a crouched stature for so long, heading over to the shaded porch where Painter resided to trade the full wicker basket for an empty one. 

And maybe some water, too. Harvesting is time-consuming, and your throat is parched.

"Hey Paints," The basket made a heavy *THUD* causing some of the items on the table to make a small jump from the force, Painter's monitor and tablet being no exception, giving the AI a small startle.

"I'm painting here." With a hiss, their narrowed eyes fixed themselves onto your sweat-riddled frame. You merely gave an apologetic smile, snatching the basket you came for and backing off before the AI started insulting you in various languages. . .

Again.

~~~

Clip. Clip. Clip.

Large scaly fingers gently picked the green beans off the bustling bush they hung from with care to not accidentally crush them, the wicker basket set beside him steadily filling up with the surprisingly immense abundance of the green capsules. He could probably make some carbonda for dinner tonight. . .

It probably won't be on par with Mama's, pero quién sabe?

Hopefully there's enough potatoes ready. . .

A feeling of excitement fills him at the thought of making one of his favorite dishes that he ate with enjoyment growing up and sharing it with you, his favorite person.

He could already imagine your look of delight when you take your first bite of the soup, smiling wide with glee and eyes wide with surprise as you go for your second bite, little hums of delight escaping your lips as you savor the taste.

Readjusting the straw hat that was slowly falling off his head with one of his hands, and slightly pulling back on his esca—grabbing the basket with the second— Sebastian moves on to the next patch in need of harvesting once he deemed there was no more beans to pick anymore—slithering his way towards where the red-potatoes were growing, being mindful to not accidentally smush his tail on any of the plants.

A soft breeze passes by, gently swaying the plants and trees along with it. It also made Sebastian suddenly aware of the sweat clinging to his tank top and hair, grimacing at the uncomfortable feeling of sweat and cloth sticking to his torso.

Though Sebastian is no longer human, he still maintains some of his most annoying human traits.

"Damn this summer heat."

~~~

Painter got a bit tired of the heat, as it was unfortunately messing with their hardware. Nothing too serious, but you wish for your friend to be comfortable, so you placed them back inside by a fan and a window.

Well, now would probably be a good time to get some water.

Swinging open the screen door with your hip, you walk back into the garden refreshed and with a new mission in mind, with two ice-cold glasses of water in hand as you survey your surroundings to find where your lover is in the garden.

It doesn't take much looking, as you spot him slithering towards the back porch with a full basket as he fusses about with his shirt, frustrated mutters slipping out every so often the closer he gets.

With a smile, you call out to him, relishing in the way his head snaps up to meet your gaze, a look of tenderness overtaking his face once he approaches.

"Mi Amor~" Once he was close enough, he used his two free hands to wrap themselves around your waist, settling the basket full of harvest down on the table next to you—nuzzling his face into your hair as he breaths your scent in, the tension that was once present in his shoulders now ebbing away.

You could practically hear the loud purring resonating within his chest the longer he held you, the low vibrations resonating throughout your whole body.

Ah, your little fishy kitty.

Unfortunately, you don't wish to spill the water, so you push him back a few inches with your elbow—though his hands now rest upon your hips, rubbing small circles as he fixes you with a coy smile.

"Hi baby," Standing on the tips of your toes, you press a kiss against his cheek, letting out an exaggerated 'Muah!' before pulling away, handing him his glass, "-thought you would've wanted something cool to drink."

"It's much appreciated, my dear." With a grateful squeeze of his hands, he brings the glass to his lips as he downs the water quickly, Adam's apple bobbing with every swallow; the glass emptied in seconds as he lets out a sound of delight, his tail thumping softly at the wooden floor boards of the porch.

Placing the empty glass on the table beside you, he flashes you with that handsome smile you loved oh so very much, his sharp teeth adding to the charm. Oh GOD DAMN. You could feel the beat of your heart fluttering rapidly within your chest as you looked into his eyes, full of love and adoration.

Those very same eyes looking at you.

Is it getting hot out here, or is that just you?

"Thank you, Starfish. If I stayed any longer out here I probably would've dried up!" He jokes, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins, adding to his gorgeous features.

. . .The sudden urge to smother him in kisses is very strong.

Quickly snapping out of your starstrucked spell, you replied with a joking tone as well, "Oh, you poor thing~!" With a playful pinch to his cheek, you give a gentle tug and wiggle before letting go, not without Sebastian sticking his tongue out in playful distaste.

"I'll make sure to water you if that ever happens," Embracing him once again, you nuzzle yourself the best you can into the crook of his neck, breathing in his citrus yet woody musk, "-my Little Froggit."

A few beats of silence pass by, before the both of you laughed aloud at the absurdity of words that has tumbled from your mouth. His shoulders are shaking as he attempts to shush his laugher, hand flying to his mouth to further contain them from slipping out, but it was no use. What felt like hours when it was merely seconds, the sound of laughter finally winded down—the both of you left breathless, only a quiet chuckle here and there could be heard as the atmosphere calmed around the two of you.

The two of you merely stood on the porch as you settled into comfortable quiet as your surroundings filled it with natures tune.

Seconds passed, eventually turning into minutes, then rolling into hours.

The sun hung low in the sky, making it through the last bit of his long trek down as it climbed lower and lower along the welkin, shadows elongating as the colors in the sky changed, the tune of the forest now changing as the sun dipped lower against the horizon—shining his last rays of light upon the soil of the earth before being overtaken by the moon and the stars.

The moon may not have been full this night, but she still showered the land below with her soft light as the woods became alive. The trees echoed with the sounds of the nocturnal, from the hauntingly beautiful howls of the wolves to the playful yips of the foxes. From within the trees, you could see the faint light of the fireflies luminescence bodies within the dark.

With a tired huff, you leaned more of your weight into Sebastian, sleep gently ebbing away at your brain as your eyelids drooped lower and lower. How long were we out here for? You try to think of when the two of you went out into the garden, but it seems to fade away as your mind slowly turns sluggish; craving a long needed rest.

"Tired?" Sebastian voice seems to be a lot closer to your ear, a pleasant warmth filling your mind as if you ate the smoothest of ambrosia and the sweetest of honey, nudging you closer to the land of dreams.

"Mhm. . ."

"Let's get you to bed, yeah?" The sound of movement met your ears as the floor below you disappears, now cradled within his arms as he sneaks into the house.

"But we haven't ate yet. . . or showered" You mumbled a protest as a yawn interrupts your sentence mid-way, attempting to climb out of his arms, but to no avail as he merely held you closer to his chest.

"I'll wake you up to make sure you eat and shower. Okay?"

". . .Mkay."

"Good,"He opens the door to your shared room, "-now let's get you ready for bed." Sebastian places you on the large bed with care as he slithers over to the dresser, picking out a pair of sweats and one of your favorite sleeping shirts before coming back to the bed. With some trouble, he helps peels off your dirty clothes, then handing you the clean ones before tucking you in bed.

Everything is hazy, your eyes are barely open. Your body feels so heavy with exhaustion, muttering out a small 'love you', to your lover before sleep finally took over. Transporting you to the land of dreams.

"Sleep well, cariño." With a kiss to your head, Sebastian slips out the bedroom with caution, carefully closing the door shut once the last bit of his tail makes it through. He listens to any shuffling from your side of the door, and relaxes when he doesn't hear any, only your breathing.

Now, let's make carbonda, shall we?

Last Part, Next Part (?)

[misc-obeyme]

Just leaving this here out of context. He’s been on my mind but my writing is all over the place lately.

[wildechildwrites]

Limerence

Looney Tunes Part Three

Konig/Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: 18+, Masturbation, romcom antics, may make you kick your little feet.

No use of Y/N

Summary: You and König have dinner together. He thinks about you in the shower.

A/N: I'm alive! sorry about the delay. I promise you'll fuck in the next chapter

AO3 Link: Looney Tunes

König responds to your usual greeting with a grunt, eyes flickering down to you. He’s in fatigues again, covered in what is definitely blood, filling the elevator with the smell of iron and sweat. You can read the tension in his shoulders, the way he slumps into himself. A wave of sympathy washes over you. 

“König,” your voice surprises both of you, and you clear your throat. “You look… tired.” 

He gives you a shrug and a noncommittal noise. He helped you carry your groceries, and he got that light in the parking garage fixed for you. Favors are not weird. You press on.

“Why don’t you go clean yourself up and I’ll make you something to eat?” you say shyly. “Not cereal. If you tell me your apartment number I can bring it up to you?” 

The soft look in his eyes is almost worth the panic you feel when you get back to your apartment and realize you don’t have anything in your fridge. You throw together some pasta, mentally cursing yourself for never buying fresh parmesan. 

König lets ice cold water run over him, blood circling the drain. Even with the chill, his dick stands at attention. He curses into the silence, fighting a losing battle against his self control. You’ll be here soon, sharing a meal, all alone with him. He’s been so good. So patient. 

 You were completely unaware of the grasp you had on him, inconspicuous words branding themselves into his brain and bringing him to his knees. 

König wants you, wanted you ever since that first interaction. You seemed so unafraid of him, unaware of how easily he could snap your pretty neck. Your survival instincts could use some work, so clueless to his shadowy presence behind you, overly friendly when everyone else was running scared.

You were adorable. Delectable. Stumbling into him, wasting your breath on whatever silly thought popped into your head. Letting him barge into your life without complaint. He wonders if you'd let him inside of you with just as much ease. 

Doubtful, with how big he is.

His grip around his dick is so tight that it's painful, but he fights on, eyes scrunched tight, imagining how tight your pussy must be, bucking into his hand. He'd have to stretch you open first, make you cum on his fingers before he could even think of fucking you.

You’re looking up at him, eyes dewy, lips parted as he slams his hips against yours. You gasp every time he’s fully inside you, crying out and digging your nails into his back as his cock drags against your g spot.

"Sei leise häschen, you don't want the neighbors to hear." he coos down at you, dick throbbing when you whine in response. 

In the aftermath, he feels dirty, shame curdling his desire. 

You were so sweet. He could imagine you right now, humming in your kitchen, making dinner for him. König washes himself quickly, his traitorous mind still full of the thought of you. 

Something about you, so light and ridiculous, brings him to the brink. He had never intended to kiss you that night. You had been far too drunk, but something about holding you in his arms had made his cock rock hard and his reason desert him as you blinked up at him, confused and a little frightened. You had tasted better than he thought you would, so warm and soft, melting into it, and he had wanted to eat you. 

He pushes down the memory of the way your lips felt on his when there’s a knock on the door. 

The door to König’s apartment swings open, and you make eye contact with the muscular planes of his still damp torso, laced with scars and bruises. Your traitorous eyes follow his happy trail down to the sweat pants sitting dangerously low on his hips before you’re able to catch yourself, face burning as you snap your head up to look at him. 

“Sorry häschen, I lost track of time,” König says carelessly, pulling the t-shirt in his hand over his head. You exhale quietly, your thoughts an incoherent screech. The t-shirt does nothing to hide his form, stretching across his pecs, his biceps bulging. He smells amazing, something cleanly masculine, and your head swims at the proximity. He smiles at you in his odd, crooked way, and looks down at the dish cradled in your hands. 

“What did you cook for us?” He asks.

“Uh…” God, you’re articulate. You look down at the pasta, trying to pull yourself together. “I just threw together some ziti. I hope it’s okay.” 

“I am famished, I’d be happy with cereal.” He steps aside, and you get your first look at his apartment. The set up is similar to yours, everything in the same place, but his is bare. The furniture is nice, all blacks and grays, but there’s nothing on the walls, not even a tv in the living room. A bookshelf is the only real sign of life, filled to the brim with books. You make a beeline for the kitchen, placing the hot dish on the stove. 

“Where do you keep the bowls?” you ask, reaching up to open one of the cupboards. König soundlessly enters the kitchen behind you, and he crowds in close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body as he grabs the bowls from the top shelf. Between this and the way he touched your face the last time you saw him, you wonder if he’s purposefully fucking with you. 

He sits an appropriate distance away from you on the couch, which gives you enough room to start having coherent thoughts again. You study him as he wolfs down the food, vindicated when he finishes an entire bowl and helps himself to more. There are dark circles under his eyes, and the tracing of some ugly bruises forming on his knuckles.

“Rough day?” you ask. He sighs, leaning back, head thunking softly against the wall. You watch his adam's apple move up and down as he swallows. 

“You have no idea.” he finally murmurs, his eyes slipping closed. 

You take a private moment to admire the contours of his face, the jagged, slightly crooked set of his nose, the light scars littering his skin. Your eyes trace down his long neck to his collar bones, and you stop yourself from lingering any lower. That was a dangerous game to play. You break out of your indecent contemplation, rising to your feet and taking the empty bowls to the sink.

“Come back here,” König’s voice has a petulant edge to it, his eyes are open again, tracking your movements. He pats the couch next to him, and you tentatively move to sit down, trying to give him space. You don’t want to overstep. He lets out a huff, one large arm reaching for you, pulling you towards him, crushing you against his chest. You squeak in surprise, and he loosens the grip he has on you slightly. You lay your head on his chest. His heartbeat is loud against your ear. 

The room is dark when you wake, König’s voice rumbling in your ear, “Wake up, little one.” 

You’re groggy, and disoriented, trying to familiarize yourself with your surroundings.

“What time is it?” Your voice is scratchy from sleep. There’s a dim light coming from the bedroom, and your eyes slowly adjust.

“It’s almost midnight. You’ve got to scurry back to your hole, häschen,” König says, but he’s still got his arms wrapped around you, trapping you against his body. “Or maybe I just won’t let you leave,” his voice is almost playful, but there's a dissonant chord to it. You wiggle against his grip, and after a beat he releases you, allowing you to stand. 

“M’sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” you say with a yawn. You pat your pockets to make sure you’ve got your keys and phone and head towards the door. König trails behind you. When you hesitate at the door, you’re struck with deja vu, the similarity of last night. 

“Thanks for dinner,” he says softly. You smile up at him, then steel your nerve. In a quick motion, you raise yourself up on your tiptoes, grabbing the collar of his shirt and bringing him to your level. You place a quick kiss on his lips and try to pull away, but he stops you, wrapping his arms around you, dragging you in for another kiss. His mouth is warm against yours, hungry and insistent, and you let out a gasp when he nips your bottom lip. When he pulls away, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks flushed. You both stare at each other breathlessly. 

“You’ve got work early,” he says, his voice low. “I’d hate to keep you.” 

You’re suddenly self conscious, hyper aware of the soft dismissal. He’s not wrong, but you wanted him to want you to stay. “Have a good night, König,” you murmur. He softly kisses your forehead, and you creep out the door. 

You can feel his eyes on your back all the way to the elevators.

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[wesavegotham]

"Damian shouldn't be Batman because he was told it's his birthright, so he doesn't deserve it"

...I mean, let's be real nobody is ever going to replace Bruce as Batman, DC will nuke their continuity before that happens so why do people keep asking who will replace him, but also, that is not quite true?

In some stories DAMIAN thinks he's entitled to the cowl, but except for two not main continuity stories by Tom Taylor where Bruce dies (DCeased and Batman One last day: Ra's al Ghul) I really don't recall Bruce ever saying to Damian that he wants or expects him to be Batman after him. Either because he believes he will doom them all (Morrison run), expects him to be a hero who knows how to take care of the stuff Bruce will leave to him, but never says he wants him to be Batman (Batman and Robin 2011), created a cloning machine so nobody but Bruce will need to be Batman (Snyder's Batman run) or because he pretty much forgot/ignored Damian existence (pretty much everything between 2018 and 2021).

And Ra's and (modern, not classic) Talia wanting him to be Batman makes little sense either because they want an heir for the league of assassins to take over because the lazarus pits might stop working for Ra's. Batman is mostly focused on Gotham, their plans are about the world. It wasn't their goal to raise the next protector of Gotham.

In Pre New 52 and then in New 52 continuity Damian wasn't even told who his father was until he was ten.

Thinking he should become the next Batman was Damian's own idea.

[lale-txt]

glimpses from the Soft Launch pinterest boards

[sunfloweraro]

Bunny in danger!

The Chain leave Bunny somewhere safe to clear a monster camp on their trail. Despite Wild’s assurances, Bunny isn’t so safe after all.

@thatonecrazysidekick @tiredgaytheatrekid pssst more Bunny! (I’m sorry)

TW for blood and injury.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 .

Black sand exploded around him, and with half his group of monsters disintegrated, Hyrule had a second to breathe before the final four pounced all at once. A spear cut a fierce gash into his right arm, blood dribbling from the wound and staining his dark sleeve. Another nicked him on the calf. A third, he grabbed by the shaft and twisted out of the monster’s hands, relishing in the way its eyes widened in alarm before he shoved the weapon back into its owner’s stomach, the monster crumbling into black sand.

A high squeal, that fiery protectiveness within his chest swelling, forcing him to look up in time to see Bunny slam into a tree with a sharp shriek. Hyrule’s heart jumped into his throat as the little pink rabbit crashed to the ground in a heap. He didn’t move.

The fourth lizalfos took advantage of the distraction and sent its spear through the back of his thigh. Pain turned his vision white and Hyrule stumbled, the spear sticking out from the front of his leg, blood trailing down his thigh in dark rivulets. Then, he caught sight of that tiny bundle of pink fur, of a lizalfos stalking over to it, a fierce bite wound in its arm, and a wave of blistering fury and golden desire to protect flooded his mind. The air around him crackled.

“Don’t touch him!” A sharp snap of his fingers, and then dozens of bolts of lightning slammed into the ground all around him, turning the world white. The ground shook and lizalfos shrieked in terror, the sounds cut off swiftly.

And then the lightning was gone, leaving behind seven stunned heroes, their hair frizzy and wild and their eyes wide. Hyrule paid them no mind, nor did he feel the normal drain such a significant spell would cause or the spear still embedded in his thigh; he frantically hobbled over to Bunny, kneeling alongside him and gritting his teeth as the spear in his thigh shifted, his vision swimming alarmingly.

“Bunny!” His hands were already glowing a tender pink, healing magic at the ready, and he pressed them against Bunny, closing his eyes as his magic sought out the wounds his little friend had accumulated. His magic pulsed in response, a warning he ignored as he trickled more into Bunny’s still form.

“Traveller, your leg!” Wild had joined him at some point. Hyrule hadn’t noticed, when the edges of his vision were blurry, his ears roaring with blood. Now, his veins began to boil. “You need to—”

He turned to Wild, teeth bared. “You said he would be safe!”

Wild’s eyes widened and he flinched back as if Hyrule had struck him. “I…”

“Look at him! He almost died because of you! This is your fault!”

“I—I’m—” Wild’s eyes glistened now, and Hyrule found the flames were only stoked by the sight.

Before he could snap anything more, Twilight pushed himself between them. “Enough!” he hissed, pushing Wild away. “Take a walk, Cub.”

“B—but, I—”

“I know,” Twilight said, gentler than Hyrule thought Wild deserved. “We’ll talk later. I’ll take over.”

Wild nodded shakily, scurried away before Hyrule could say any more.

[puppppppppy]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[wickedlyqueer]

I like to think that Glinda has some flavor of ADHD and has lived her whole life unaware that ADHD is a thing, much less how to manage it. And while Elphaba is seemingly inherently magical, if she could figure out how to 'trick' her brain into focusing, she could be powerful in ways Elphaba simply can't be. Sorcerer vs Wizard, basically.

Ooooh I like the Sorcerer vs Wizard comparison! Glinda needs to put in so many hours and meanwhile Elphaba is just naturally gifted and born with those powers. Oof! I feel you Glinda.

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game

Au where dick tells the titans about him and bruce when he's 18 but it's clear to everyone in the room that they've been together for a while at this point, how do think they'd react? if dick told them to keep it secret do you think they would?

for the ask game!

ooh this is SO fun. you know i love realistic reactions to complicated relationships, especially when it comes to BruDick.

i think Dick telling the Titans first serves twofold. first, he's telling people he considers family something he knows is important. and secondly, it's a sort of field test. seeing how they react will reflect on how the hero community at large will react. because now that Dick is 18, Bruce is getting more and more bold with public affection/possessiveness and people are going to notice. Dick tries to tell them casually. he drops it into conversation as if he's mentioning going on a date with a normal person his age, but inside he's panicking, waiting for a big reaction. and he doesn't really *get* one. there are shared looks, but really, they're going off of Dick's lead. if he doesn't make a big deal about it, neither will they, since they knew already. which throws Dick. the one thing Dick inherited from Bruce is his ability to keep a secret, so he's a little thrown off-kilter by the idea that they all already knew. it makes for an awkward conversation. Dick knows how this looks, even if he's in some level of denial about the whole thing actually being what it looks like, so he's ready to be on the defensive with a bunch of rehearsed arguments in his head and so to realize everyone knew already kills a lot of those arguments.

on a personal level, reactions would vary. for some like Donna or Garth or Kory, they're not entirely used to human culture and what the boundaries of accepted human relationships are. they can tell it seems unhealthy, Batman is controlling of Dick. but maybe he's just protective, so they're not sure. and i think all of the Titans notice at different times. they don't talk to each other about it because for a while, they don't know if they others know and are defaulting to keeping Dick's secret. Dick telling them would be the first time anyone's ever said it out loud, even if a few of them have shared knowing looks. on the side of the more human reactions like Wally and Roy, i think it'd be incredibly negative. Roy's life runs pretty similar to Dick's, and he couldn't *imagine* Oliver behaving that way toward him. Oliver has always been vocal to Roy about the boundaries of their relationship and how even if he's Speedy, Roy is still a kid and Oliver wants him to understand that in how he navigates social situations. Roy's always been huffy about this, feeling like it infantilizes him, but now, seeing Bruce and Dick, it clicks for Roy, what Oliver meant. i think if anyone says something, it's most likely to be Roy or Wally. Wally trusts Barry with a *lot* and will go to him about almost anything if he needs to clear his head. so it'd be hard for both of them to not say something.

when Dick finally admits to it, he does add that he doesn't want them to say anything, because the relationship is still new. he's lying out of his ass about that part and they all know it. but now that he's admitted to it, it's harder for them all not to tell people. the Titans always trust each other first, and none of them want to betray that trust, especially to Dick. i think for maybe a few days they'd keep the calm, tense atmosphere. no one says anything but everyone feels awkward about it. it'd probably be Wally who breaks first, blurting out a flurry of questions. Dick is prepared for this part. he has all his answers ready, but when he tries to start, they stop him and point out that they know it's been going on for a while. and Dick just. awkwardly deflates and is forced to be more open. he still dances around questions like how long it's *really* been going on, because the truth is, he has no clean answer. it just sort of happened gradually. they ask if Dick feels safe, if he's happy, etc. and Dick is defensive, almost too defensive with all his answers. the truth is he *is* happy with Bruce, but admitting it out loud means looking at some of the uglier sides of the relationship. he knows how possessive and overbearing Bruce can be and how that looks to an outsider. he tries to convince them it's just how Bruce is and all relationships will have their flaws, but obviously, this is different. and he knows his friends are worried about him, which is the worst part. it's all just coming from a place of love. the conversation is long, with a lot of confusion, but eventually they reach some kind of conclusion and hug it out.

the real aftermath of Dick admitting it is the Titans becoming hypervigilante of Bruce. all of them keep a close eye on him whenever they're around, do their best to sus out his feelings and intentions. i think some of the more bold members like Donna would even give Bruce something akin to a shovel talk, which Bruce would not take seriously one bit. and that's where they catch him up, because if Bruce doesn't take the Titans seriously, seeing them just as teen sidekicks, then he has to admit the same applies to Dick. so Bruce is forced to take them and their care for Dick a little more seriously. he has to have real conversations with them and accept that they're Dick's family as much as he is. because Bruce has always denied just how important the Titans are to Dick and tried to separate Dick from them. this is the first time he's acknowledging them as important members of Dick's life. it's uncomfortable for everyone involved. none of Bruce's answers satisfy the Titans, because he dances around the questions even more than Dick does. the Titans want to believe and trust Dick about this relationship, because they know at the end of the day there's nothing they can do to stop it, but it makes them uneasy and definitely untrustworthy of Bruce. even when Bruce notices this gaggle of teenagers keeping a close eye on him, there's not much he can do about it because he knows Dick will be upset if Bruce retaliates against his friends. it makes for an awkward stalemate.

i think in the end, the Titans end up telling their respective mentors. even knowing it'll betray Dick, they have to talk to real adults about this. of course most of the League members are livid. none of them would dream about viewing their own proteges in that way. long talks are had with Bruce and i do think someone like Diana or Oliver would try to remove Dick from Bruce's care altogether. but Dick *is* an adult and technically, they have no dirt proving anything illegal is going on. everyone just sort of has to accept it for what it is. and the betrayal of the Titans telling would drive a wedge between them and Dick. which of course, Bruce would spin to his advantage because he always has to find a way to win. he comforts Dick, and sows seeds in Dick's head about maybe distancing himself from the Titans, for a bit. just to let it all cool off so he can approach them with a level head. it ends up bringing Dick and Bruce closer. Dick would reconcile with the Titans eventually, but the wedge will always be there and they all know it. no one can get between Dick and Bruce so telling adults didn't even really do anything. the only real winner at the end of the day, is Bruce.

[tortureandtickles]

things that fluster the god damn fuck out of me PART 2 🫠

being told to keep your arms up while being tickled, KNOWING it makes it worse for us

challenges during a session

being told exactly what’s going to happen to you, when you’re already tied up and there’s nothing you can do about it

someone making me cry from too much tickling

MOCKING MOCKING MOCKING

face down tickles

when they grab your foot to keep it still while tickling it

“don’t you dare move, young lady”

them giving you the most amount of torture possible 🥰🥰

TEASING DURING A SESSION

having to have extra restraints because you squirm too much 😵‍💫

having to watch someone else being tickled, knowing you’re next

when the ler pretends to be all innocent when they KNOW they’re putting you through hell

“you look so cute when you’re being tickled”

[transsextual]

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[text id: my baby and i couldn't be happy with just these human bodies. i'm her boy & her puppy & it's right because have you ever seen a truer expression of joy than that of a puppy who has done nothing all day but sleep and wait when his person walks in the door? not many things more eager, more honest, than that kind of love. and truly i'm clumsy and nervous and i take silly things too far. even now i expect to be punished for my wildness in at least some small way. she's training me out of all that hurt. "no more sleeping on the floor, baby" she says. & every night i get next to her is the best one yet. i can't always say it as well as i'd like, but in my heart i'll be wagging up a storm, & i know she sees it when she tells me hello like i'm brand new, even though we've been in love for ages.]